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The Death 



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On the Death 



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Abraham Lincoln 



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The following lines first appeared, as an 
untitled editorial note, in the ' Daily Journal ' 
op Syractise, Neiu York, during the forenoon 
of that sad day on which the ilhistriotis Chief 
Magistrate of the United States, after hours of 
speechless agony, finally breathed his last — mar- 
tyred, in sight of a terrified world, that A/neri- 
cans of the negro race might become, for all 
time, men and citizens, instead of slaves and 
chattels. Written and in type ivithtn half an 
hour after the author had been told of the great 
crime, they were, at the time, widely copied by 



tilt' Aini'rican )icwsf>iipcr press, ami have since 
been occasional I v reprinted at tJie instance of as 
sociations tike the ' ( iranii ^inny of the Reput)- 
lic, ' by patriotic individuals, and by various 
periodicals, <renerally, however, with slioht er- 
rors. They are here reproduced in their orig- 
inal shape. 

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Slavery and Treason have de- 
manded of the American Republic 
a great and final sacrifice. For 
four mournful years, on the battle- 
field and in the hospital, she has 
poured out the noble blood of her 
brave children and offered up the 
precious lives of her patriot citizens. 
But a sacrifice of blood still more 



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noble, of a life still more preeious, 
was needed to make the oblation 
complete. This last, this fearful 
offerini^" has now been laid upon 
the Nation's reekini^" altar. Abra- 
ham Lincoln is dead! 

The shaper of the Republic's 
destiny, he was murdered on the 
day when that destin\' was finally 
moulded m the matrix of truth and 
justice, llie savior of the Repub- 
lic's life, he yielded up his own 
just as the Re|)ublic's existence was 
forexer secured. The Command- 
er-in-Chief of our loni>-battlin^ 
armies, he sank in death at the 



OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN' 



very moment when those armies 
had achieved a lasting triumph. 

In him was typified, more than 
ever before in any single individ- 
ual, the cause of Human Liberty, 
and he perished m the hour which 
saw that cause victorious. He so 
guided the course of events that 
out of the bitterness of Slavery a 
whole race entered into the bless- 
edness of Freedom, and he passed 
out of the world while the clank- 
ing echoes of the chains which 
he had broken had not yet died 
away. Through a night of storm 
and terror he steered the trembling 



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shi]) of state, and when the morn- 
ing- dawned ui)()n the \essel sail- 
ing, with its eostl) Ireii^ht, throu.uh 
a i^laeid sea, the hand that had 
sa\'ed It became powerless. Who 
shall say that, since that other 
Good Frida\', ei.uhteen hundred 
3^ears a.^'O, when murderous men 
struck at the existence of Dixinit)^ 
itself, a riper life has been ended 
by a fouler blow? 

The universal si.c^ns of sorrow 
attest the depth and breadth of 
the Peoj)le's L(rief The saddened 
Nation clothes itself in black. The 
church bells toll a rec]uiem which 



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makes the sorrow -laden air still 
heavier. Sable festoons adorn, 
with gloomy decoration, our streets 
and squares. The minds of men 
are filled with a woe which the 
death of a father or brother could 
not have evoked. But there is a 
mourning still more appropriate 
to the occasion than these outer 
signs or inner feelings. Let us 
mourn the dead President by being 
worthy of his greatness. Let us 
resolve that the liberty which he 
saved shall never again be lost, 
that the fetters which he sundered 
shall never again be joined, that 



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the Tnion which he restored shall 
never ai2;7iin he broken. Let us 
live for lluuKin Ri.uhts as he li\ed; 
let us die lor them, if need be, as 
he died. 

The Great Republic's head is 
gone; the Great Republic's heart 
is broken. God help the Great 
Republic! 









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